Cones of light split the night
Wipers wipe the raining spite
The wind hits the car hard
As the storm fights every yard
The night journey is needed
As the danger is exceeded
With people waiting to go home
In a rescue that will be well known.
© Paul Warren Poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem written from a real life experience that a lot of people have probably had.